<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:34:17.964+08:00</updated><category term='Tee Vee and Entertainment'/><category term='Comrades and Life.'/><category term='Graphics and eye-candy.'/><title type='text'>Leaf Splatters</title><subtitle type='html'>More of the above coming next month!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-5854105078263099078</id><published>2007-04-01T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T23:02:12.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>Ikrar pengawas SAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Booh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So... Lately, I didn't update anything, because... ALRIGHT! I WAS TOO LAZY AND GOT ADDICTED TO CONDITION ZERO! Well... I got selected as the head prefect of the afternoon session, with the shiny badge with "KET. PENGAWAS" on it. Oh, and don't mind the prefect oath below, I posted it there for reference purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Bahawa dengan sesungguhnya,&lt;br /&gt;Kami, pengawas-pengawas SMSAS,&lt;br /&gt;Berikrar bahawa kami akan:&lt;br /&gt;Menjalankan tugas kami dengan penuh dedikasi;&lt;br /&gt;Memikul tanggungjawab kami dengan jujur serta bersifat adil dan saksama;&lt;br /&gt;Bersopan-santun, berdisiplin dan mematuhi peraturan-peraturan sekolah pada setiap masa;&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha untuk memelihara dan mengekalkan nama baik sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, and Valve are bastards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://biz.gamedaily.com/industry/news/?id=15198"&gt;for postponing HL2: Episode 2.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-5854105078263099078?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/5854105078263099078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=5854105078263099078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/5854105078263099078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/5854105078263099078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/04/ikrar-pengawas-sas.html' title='Ikrar pengawas SAS'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-2894591384558124385</id><published>2007-02-14T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:54:31.293+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>A pretty eventful day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;... No, not because today is Valentine's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Whoa, 1 and a half week without a post. Achk. I have a long post, about last week, right now, in my drafts, which I'm too lazy to write. So, today was a pretty up(Sorta) and down day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the number 14, which is inauspiscious for us Chinese, might be the reason why for today. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Went to SAS at 10 a.m today, for our first English society meet. Ironically, only 10 out of around 70(According to the teacher) registered members turned up. There were a few more who came for the society, but got lost and couldn't find where were we as we were in a kinda hidden class. Our proper meeting place was locked with no keys. Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, we picked the four main comitee members today, despite the low number of those who attended the meet. Guess who got the president spot out of three others by a 5-3-3-3 votes win? Sheesh, I'm gonna get you guys, someday(:P). Her Man was selected as the vice-president, our ex-prefect of SSP is secretary and Ducky as treasurer(Again). The funny thing was, all four of us are ex-SSPians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, as the president, I had to stand at the front, chalk in hand, and note what was important on the blackboard and do some suggestions/talk. We had our activities planned, the list below;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing/Music listening(We are asked to bring CDs and lyrics. Strangely, our teacher allowed us to bring songs with vulgar content, saying that we can then discuss about it and state the message being sent by the singer. :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Round-robin writing.(Suggested by me. A lil' activity where we take turns to complete some essay.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Word games.(Scrabble, crossword, etc.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Essay/Story writing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drama plays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choral speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;7 and 8: I forgot, please don't kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We discussed on some of the other society matters, like fees and time. After a few jokes, we managed to have everything solved and ready for the next meet... Which is like, in the next 3-4 weeks because of exam and the Chinese New Year holidays. The meet ended an hour earlier than expected, at 11 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Threatened? I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I had to stay back after the English society meet, along with some other friends. Had a somewhat early lunch, consisting of a bowl of mee-hoon soup, two curry paus, chrysanthemum tea and a packet of orange soft-drink(People ask why I'm thin).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, after eating(11.50 a.m, I think), Roshan and I decided to start our prefect duties early. We donned our ties, pinned our prefect tags, and started walking around. We saw three afternoon session students(Three idiots who break the school rules, to be precise.) coming into the school with KFC take-aways, but without their school bags. Obviously, they had left the school compund, which was forbidden once you have arrived at the school. The teachers had been ranting about this the day before, saying that if an accident happens, the school is always the one taking responsibility. Therefore, we had no choice but to take down their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;They didn't know that we had their names written, as they were at a distance. But strangely, they later confronted us, viciously. It seems they know that we had their names written(No idea how they found out, I suspect Mel Yee, another prefect who passed by me and Roshan when taking down their names for telling them.). To further prove that, Mel Yee was with them, standing at the back like an idiot. It also seems that one of them idiots had brought their form 5 brother along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Yes? What is it? The brother asked if either it was I or Roshan who wrote his brother's name. Roshan didn't say anything, therefore, being a retard like usual, I said that it was me. He stared at me for awhile, then opened his mouth. "0Mg!!!!1111 u s|-|uld \/\/r+e hi5 n4m3 m0r3 often!!!111" and he gave me a pat in the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oook...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then he started saying that they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; to buy food for them by a form 5 "taiko(Literally, big brother, but it is mostly used for big boss)" or something like that, I wasn't really paying much attention. Well, Roshan finally did something, saying why we had to write their names. Alright, after both of us and him "conversing" peacefully for a few minutes, he finally reached an agreement after he gave up trying to scare us with this "taiko". He agreed what we did was right, and gave me a pat on the back again, saying "Wah, form 1 prefect better than form 5 prefect! Good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Then, he left. This agreement seems to anger two of the idiots. They gave us threats in Chinese, which was funny, because I only know abit of Mandarin and Cantonese while Roshan know none. Then Mel Yee, came to us and say that their "taiko" is very dangerous and should be feared. Haha. Seriously, he's a friggin' prefect. How can he tell us to be afraid of the very group that we, the prefects are supposed to be against?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Roshan was kinda paranoid, I don't know why. He later came and find to tell me that their "taiko" might be real. Seriously, I doubt he even exists. Especially when the idiot's brother was telling us about him. He was smiling all the while, as if he was telling a joke. Sheesh. Anyway, at the end of school, Roshan looked for me again, and asked me to tell the discipline teacher about the threat with him. Well, I guess that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; the best thing to do now, anyway. So, we did. Unfortunately, we got this reply, "73|| m3 2m0rr0w..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ah well, at least we tried. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ok, the girls seem to take notice of this event more than us guys. Starting from when I came to school for English society, until the time I left school. The girls were either jumping around, hugging each other wishing "HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!" or chattering about their availability around us guys. Riiighht...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is also the birthday of two of my friends. I enjoy having friends with birthdays falling on this peculiar day. It's fun wishing them "Happy birthday+ Valentine's day! Now, do you want a partner as a birthday present?!" and watching their faces especially Thayaalan. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy buuuurthday Thayaalan and Al-Azim. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, and thanks for the happy Valentine's day wishes from my close friends, showing me that Valentine's day isn't stereotypically just for lovers. Happy Valentine's days to you all, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And before I forget... Erm... Thanks for the "Happy Singles Awareness Day" wishes. I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Racist Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ever heard of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ketuanan Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;? Well, our Malay Science teacher has hinted that she is a racist today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, today, we did the pendulum swing experiment today, where we calculate the time taken for the pendulum to make 10 complete swings. The day before, she handed us some "expensive green paper" with worksheets printed on it. Seriously, the only expensive green paper I know of are dollar bills and the one made out of elephant dung. She said that it was so expensive, we must not ruin the paper with correction tape and erasings. The worksheet that was printed on the paper was, well, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;direct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; copy of the same exercise we have in our Science Practical workbook. Boy, talking about inconveniences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She told us to do our experiments, and record our results. Now, this is where I get pissed off. She didn't say where, making us record it in our "expensive green papers." At the end of the lesson, she said in a very, very nagging tone, that she wants us to record our results in our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;SP workbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. This part also pisses me off. She then states no one is to record it in the paper, except for the two groups which she had "checked" to make sure that their findings are 100% similar to hers. Wow, now you tell us, and, 100% similar to her results? What. The. Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, the two groups which she had "checked" with hinted to us that she MIGHT be racist. Ok, let me give a rough layout of the groups in the Science lab. 1rst on the left is an all Malay group, beside them is my group, multi-racial. Behind us is an all Indian group, on their left is a multi-racial group, and the two groups behind us are all Malays. Occasionally, she gave us some naggings, like "j00 /\/\u57 |37 73|-| p3|\|du|uM 4t 30 d3gr33s!!!111" or "j00 4r3 d0i|\|g i7 wr0|\|g!!111" without actually telling us how to do that or what is wrong. The worst part is when she kept on excessively nagging that our results will be wrong if we did it the wrong way from the next table, without even telling us what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; wrong.  She spent half of the 1 hour Science lesson on the group beside us, watching them do their experiment and helping them. Ok, next, it should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; turn to be checked and helped, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wrong&lt;/span&gt;. She straight away went to one of the two Malay groups at the back, and spent the next half an hour there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sheesh, one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; teachers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-2894591384558124385?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/2894591384558124385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=2894591384558124385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/2894591384558124385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/2894591384558124385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/02/pretty-eventful-day.html' title='A pretty eventful day.'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-8464464390331293245</id><published>2007-02-04T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T14:55:03.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>SAS, SAGS and BB dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please, don't save the last dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A few days ago, a friend of mine showed me a form. Guess what it read? "Sri Aman(SAGS) Valentine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah, right. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Riiiiiiggghhhttt&lt;/span&gt;... I wasn't sure if it was real, I wanted to ask sis, but she didn't come online and I was too lazy to SMS her. I was also hinted that BB students might be involved. A  friend of mine, from BB, posted this on his MSN. "Im DateLESS 4 the dancE....." Oook, so the dance might be real and BB might be involved. How I know BB is involved in the same dance? BB is a friggin' all-guys school. Hm, BB=All-guys, SAGS=All-girls, SAS=Co-ed. Do I see a pattern here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, I don't feel like going anyway. Unless of course, someone asks me to accompany them. I can't say no, now can I? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The full answer million dollar question by everyone about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What exactly is this question? It's been asked more often by "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;0Mgz0rZ!!!11 |-|3lp m3 plzzzplzzz!!!!!111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;" by both guys and girls alike which is almost everyday. I never heard this question for a few months now, until this friggin' dance thing started up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;For the last time, no, I don't have a girlfriend, and neither do I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; one, now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The reply? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;0Mgz0rZ rly!?!?!??111 duN'7 li3!!!! i kn0w j00 h4f!!!111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Seriously, I don't, and like I've stated, have no intention of having one. If I wanted a girlfriend, I would have one, or two, or a few, by now. No, really. I'm not kidding. There's some girls who... Um... Well, lets just say, would agree if I asked them to be my partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i noe j00 li3!!!11 i wiLl finD whu i5 j0r gF!!!!11&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;, fine. Try as much as you like, but nothing is what you'll find. And no, the girls who sent me testimonials on my profile aren't anything more than close-friends or family, idiot. Oh, and by the way, stop spreading them stupid rumours if you can't seem to find the end of your retarded quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, shoot yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-8464464390331293245?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/8464464390331293245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=8464464390331293245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/8464464390331293245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/8464464390331293245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/02/sas-sags-and-bb-dance.html' title='SAS, SAGS and BB dance?'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-7392583596143966355</id><published>2007-02-02T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:17:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A shoutout to Roshan, my friend since 7. My condolences to your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2007/1/30/nation/20070130143338&amp;sec=nation"&gt;grandparents who were brutally murdered&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; by some heartless bastards. May your grandparents find peace and deaths be avenged by justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-7392583596143966355?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/7392583596143966355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=7392583596143966355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/7392583596143966355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/7392583596143966355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/02/shoutout.html' title='Shoutout'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-7876075977188416927</id><published>2007-01-31T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:00:19.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>Cross country running (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's more like zigzags than crossing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/cross-country-running-part-1.html"&gt;Part 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guys. You know that when running over your limits your chest will soon feel pressurized and that sucks. Right? Well, when going through the residential area, each of us(Me, Duck, Hew Gin and Nico) started to experience just that. We were running when suddenly, Duck stopped and yelled out. Immediately, each of us halted our run and turned over to look at Duck. As I asked what was the matter, I clutched my chest and kneeled down. I held back the pain and restrained from yelling. Unfortunately, doing so made saliva drool from my mouth, much to the disgust of my buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our two other friends who were still in fine condition helped us up. As we got back on our feet, Hew Gin, too, began to feel the ache. We decided to continue on walking, seeing that Nico was still fine, we told him to run on. He agreed, but only after a few metres, he slowed down, and we caught up with him. We suggested to him that he walk all the way with us too, but he rejected the suggestion and ran on. Well, it seems that he resisted the pain to run. That later brought him a disastrous result(Read on.). We caught up with him later by jogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, after passing by SSP and before we broke up at the main road sidewalk, Duck had almost gone back to the residential area. From the main road, it was joined to a smaller street, leading back to the start of the residential area. This, I don't know why, he seems real blur. Even with a sign held by a PBSM showing that we are to continue on straight, along the main road, instead of left, he still went left. I called out to him. He still went on. I opened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;langkah seribu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and caught him by his collar. I pointed to the sign, and dragged him by his collar for a few metres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was not the first time Duck had been so absent minded and blur. A few months ago, while on the way to our Prefects' Night at PD, Negri Sembilan, organised by our school, our bus stopped at one of the station stops(I think it was the Nilai station) for lunch. After lunch, I and Duck needed to answer nature's call. To cut a long story short, Duck nearly went into the womens' loo, if I hadn't held his collar when I realized where he nearly had gone. It was funny, he actually had already took a few steps in the loo without realising his mistake. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Along the whole length of the race, I noticed that a lot of the runners either had brought their players or walkman phones with them. They either listened to their music through earphones, or in-built speakers were blasting it. Now, I don't have anything against music, but leaving them barely tight in your weak palms or have them in your tiny pockets as if it was dropping out is just inviting trouble. Seriously, you're on a sidewalk, some criminal's on a motorbike, he= rides slowly towards you, snatches your player, and speeds off. I'm pretty sure he'll be laughing his ass off, especially if you do not have enough stamina or are to tired to catch him or to memorize the license plate number. One of the reasons why I left my Vision: M at Her Man's house. Still wanting to bring your RM1 200 phone out? Why, thank you for the Sony Ericsson W850i, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(After meeting up with Duck after splitting up,) about 0.5KM left to the race, we approached two PBSMs. Duck was dying of thirst, his face fully red. As we got closer, I noticed that one of those PBSMs were familiar. "Ei, Joce! Got any water left? Duck's getting dehydrated." I shouted, realizing who the PBSM was. We learned that there wasn't any water left(For real), but there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; some ice left in their ice box. Duck and Hew Gin rushed towards them for some ice, I jogged on. Duck caught up with me, and offered an ice cube to me. I took the ice cube and washed my face with the cool liquid that melted from the ice. After freshening myself up, I handed the ice cube back to Duck. Hew Gin caught up, he had popped the ice cube into his mouth, and was sucking at it happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, SAS was in sight. I and Duck quickened our pace, leaving Hew Gin behind. There is a reason why I don't and never use up all my stamina. Duck fell on the sidewalk. Time to put my remaining energy to action. I carried him on my shoulder for awhile until he felt better and able to walk. We entered the school grounds only to see a pair of PBSMs leaving it with a stretcher. Hm, who's unlucky one today?. As we went up the slope at school, one of the red house seniors was at the end of the slope, and started to mock me as I was in the red house unlike Duck. Feeling that I still have leftover stamina, I let out a (battle :P)cry and ran, ran using up all my strength. I passed the finishing line and stumbled as I slowed down. I leaned on a pillar and gave deep breaths. Duck came jogging a minute later. My lips curled and made a smirk as I sighed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; over, we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to the end of the canteen, looking for a place to sit and inspect the ache on my right toe. I found Has, sitting on a bench, and sat beside him. We exchanged greetings, and I removed my right shoe and stocking. What I found wasn't so bad as I expected. My toenail has split, not all the way, but half. Half of my toenail was sticking out. I placed my right foot on the bench(Hey, who cares about hygiene now? Some were even sitting on the tables.) ala &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;tauke kedai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. After a while, Roshan came and sat beside me. He had a bandage covering his left leg, red with blood. Not only was the bandage bloody, his stocking was too. Learned that he had fallen down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seeing his injury, I remember seeing a girl being pushed on a wheelchair by a PBSM while leaning on the pillar after crossing the finish line. She looked kind of mentally retarded, and kept on moving and twitching. My guess, she got a seizure during the race. It seems she was the unlucky one who got the stretcher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next person who came and sat with us was Nico. He was clutching his chest, and his was looked screwed up. "Told yah not to force yourself when you feel pressure on your chest." was my reply to his condition. I said nothing and sat down. Heh, he later kept on complaining about chest pain when we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to Her Man's house. Not so tough now eh? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After watching the four heads of each sports house hit each other with the houses' respective flags in front of the HeadMistress(It did happen, really!) in what was supposed to be the prize giving ceremony, the red house was announced as the house with the most points gained during this race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Hidup Rumah Laksamana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-7876075977188416927?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/7876075977188416927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=7876075977188416927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/7876075977188416927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/7876075977188416927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/cross-country-running-part-2.html' title='Cross country running (Part 2)'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-3742588296918794648</id><published>2007-01-31T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:30:28.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>Projects</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Getting out of hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm really crowded with projects. Helping my brother design a banner/poster for a talk(I think) in his uni(Done yesterday, will upload it on my dA in a few days)... The stupid civics diary thingy that I've been ranting about in my last post... Helping my friend ripping some DVDs through MSN... Making the new layout of this blog(:P)... And today, joined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.warboards.org/showthread.php?t=24677"&gt;an image contest at Warboards.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Well, at least the contest gives me two weeks to do. So, yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, and I have two drawings I've done at art class in school. I'll scan and upload them when I have the time. I'll also write the rest of the cross country run tonight, since tomorrow's a public holiday. (Yay for Thaipusam.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-3742588296918794648?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/3742588296918794648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=3742588296918794648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/3742588296918794648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/3742588296918794648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/projects.html' title='Projects'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-4128439993513840407</id><published>2007-01-25T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:38:20.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphics and eye-candy.'/><title type='text'>Cakes and splatters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;More of the above!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Guess who's birthday is today? Heh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blog layout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Soooo... I decided to ditch the old layout I was working on. It didn't work out as I planned. Anyway, now that I think of it, it's too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;. Therefore, now I'll be working on a new one, inspired by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://aquarianx.deviantart.com/"&gt;my deviantArt avatar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://aquarianx.deviantart.com/"&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I also got a better blog name, which too, was based on my deviantart avatar. So, wish me luck with this new layout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Civics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It seems our civics teacher loves to give us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stu-...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;Bizzare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; work. Guess what she gave us yesterday? Write a diary, with one entry each day, from the 1rst of January to the 31rst. The hell? It was the 24th, and she told us to write entries starting from the 1rst?! To make matters worse, she said there must have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; event on each entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So, let me get this straight. You want us to make diary entries of the past, each entry/day must have a special event and on the 24th? Does that mean I can write like the following?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;1rst Jan- Woke up at 3 P.M! A new record!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;2nd Jan-  Finished every single game I'm currently playing right now, since school's starting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;3rd Jan- I took my first step in SAS! A historical moment! Place it in the archives!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;4th Jan- I got my first homework..! Yay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;5th Jan- The first Friday of the year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;6th Jan- Went to Sunway. Bought a copy of HL2 which I'm 100% sure won't expire in 30                              days like the previous copy I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;7th Jan- 18 more days till my birthday! Very special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Etc... Etc... Etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;How the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; are we gonna do it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Oh, and she seems to have forgotten about my digital artwork. She didn't ask for it eventhough I have it at school yesterday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-4128439993513840407?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/4128439993513840407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=4128439993513840407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/4128439993513840407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/4128439993513840407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/cakes-and-splatters.html' title='Cakes and splatters'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-6347334400845732409</id><published>2007-01-23T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:19:41.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tee Vee and Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Hallucinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... Strangely are real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;So... What happened yesterday, last night and today? Bleh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At school, I, and a few others who were prefects before were called out! Yay! We were made into prefects under probing straight away without going through the interview! Great! Heh, but we still had to assist the teacher during the interview. Didn't know what we had to do until tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Also, my class had to pick up garbage after recess around the whole school. Seriously, just because we have to?  The other classes have to too. Well, at least we won't have to tomorrow, but until next Wednesday, we have to again, for the (Assuming) amusement of the school authorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Last Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Caught the last episode of House last night. Kinda like it. Especially the ending phrase "Tell Cuddy I want ketamine" by House after recovering from his hallucinations(Ketamine included). Unfortunately, I missed the first 20 minutes of the show, but hey, I managed to understand what happened in the end right? Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the second season of House still ended. A big, big frown please. Hope AXN shows the third season of House or Lost... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; they are already out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I learned that Li Sar is in Kadet Remaja, my unit, and the only girl in it. Hahah. Pityful. Second time this kind thing happened. In the beginning of school, she was the only girl in my class, until she switched classes. :D:D:D:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Ties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... Ties everyday... The one thing I dread about being a prefect... Seriously, no one likes wearing these pieces of cloth around our necks to sweat dramatically. Ah well, everything has a price.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, today, after recess, I, Sub, Her Man, Duck and Aqeemul went to the staff room to help the teacher out for the prefect interview. Aqeemul was asked to arrange the chairs, while I was asked to call the first class' students who have signed up to be a prefect. Coincidently... My class! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... So... Almost 3 hours passed by, Duck, Sub and I were in the staff room, briefing the students on some things... And calling the next classes... Damn, shouldn't have volunteered to help if I knew that time was gonna pass this slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I really think that some people shouldn't sign up if they're a stupid idiot, and know it. No joke, some of the most irritating, rule breaking happy and mouths filled with engines students were there, and were causing havoc in the staff room. *Sigh*. They have better not be selected, since I wouldn't want to do my duty side-by-side with a guy who cries often, rebellious, irritating, lazy and forgetful(Especially school projects and books) person.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*Looks at Don*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Civics and Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sooooooo... My civics teacher forced us to write and read out a speech explaining what our erm... How should I say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;talents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;? Since she does not accept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;1337 gaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and sharpshooting(:P), I decided to pick digital art. So... At school, I explained a bit about digital art, how long I have doing it, what I get out of it and how I started doing it. "0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;MGz0rZ RLY!?!?!? SHOW ME YOUR ART TOMORROW PLZPZLZPL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"says she. The previous comment was &lt;the&gt;&lt;note: style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;SLIGHTLY &lt;/note:&gt;&lt;note: style="font-family: arial;"&gt;exxagerated&lt;/note:&gt;&lt;note: style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/note:&gt;&lt;note:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, I think she didn't believe me. She then asked the rest of the class if they want to see my work(This is where I get slightly irritated, I detect sarcasm, and she kept on having that evil smirk.). She was like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Print it out! Show us! I want to see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I told her that my printer is kinda crappy, plus it ran out of coloured ink. So she told me to find a way to print it out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;any, way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. She then allowed me to sit(Hmph, so much for not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;bravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;). My solution came very soon. Sub said that he has a photo printer, so he offered to print out some of my work. So, I picked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46780225/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Because it had my picture in it, for more proof.), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/34593548/?qo=15&amp;q=by%3Aaquarianx&amp;amp;qh=sort%3Atime+-in%3Ascraps"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Suggested by my pet sis, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://thecomplication.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chloe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;). Thanks Sub, I'm very greatful, and I'll give you some "fee" tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I can't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; to see that freakin' teacher's face. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/note:&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-6347334400845732409?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/6347334400845732409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=6347334400845732409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/6347334400845732409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/6347334400845732409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/hallucinations.html' title='Hallucinations'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-8258276941390045574</id><published>2007-01-21T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T00:01:18.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>Cross country running (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cross hungry, straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;... Piled at the back of the horde of form 1 and 2 students with me were Duck, Nico, Her Man and Roshan beside school block K. A few seconds ago, we were herded from the crowded quadrangle like sheep. Suddenly, as boredom went through my mind, everyone ran, ran without any whistle being blown or gunshot. I stared at my side. It seems I ain't the only one caught by surprise. My buddies were staring around and then at me, as if space junk just fell from the sky. "Aww... Shit." Went through my head. Recovering from my surprise, I shouted "What the hell are you guys waiting for?! RUN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And so it begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, so, that was the start of the cross country race at SAS, 19th January 2007, Friday 9.40 A.M. A rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disastrous&lt;/span&gt; event, I say. We didn't even follow where we were supposed to run to, like around the field. We just zoomed off the school grounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, my legs did their work. It was pretty easy cutting through and skipping past the slow runners with Nico, those who were either heavy weights, or were dumb enough to wear unsuitable footwear. Seriously, why would one want to wear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;skating&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt; shoes to a running event? Me, I had worn my elder brother's running shoes(Mine were already too small &gt;_&gt;) which was 1 size too small, but was still fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I passed the school gates(Slowed down a little), cut passed more people and, oh my god... My left shoe laces came untied. In my head, I was like, "GAAAHHHH!". I stopped my sprint(Or rather, my jog, as it had become as I entered the sidewalk), bent down and tied my shoe laces as fast as I could. Roshan shot pass me, Duck too. It would have been humiliating if Her Man went pass me, but fortunately, he did not. I got up to my feet, and started my sprint again, hoping I could recover the distance I had lost just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I caught up with Duck, Nico, and Hew Jin. We jogged together through the residential area and met up with some other comrades(Heh. :P) like Aqeemul and Hoe Chee. Huh, Chee? Didn't see him at the start of the race. He's a fast runner, but it seems he has exxagerated an injury he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"received" from kicking a football. Utter bullshit, an excuse to save face if he didn't get the first place I suppose. Well, we(Me, Duck, Nico and Hew) went pass him, only to see him running pass us a few minutes later(Haha, leg injury, yes?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the residential area, my group and I jokingly made a rule, we must cut pass every single girl we see, to proof that guys are still better(Heheh, girls started the race earlier. And no, I'm not discriminating the softer gender :P). Well, this rule follow we did. And boy, it did us some good by giving us confidence and raising our spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At the end of the residential area, was our old school. Our beloved SSP! Jokingly, we suggested  that we should shout out the headmistress' name in a discriminative way as revenge for the years of torment she has caused us. Duck, stupidly did that, oblivious that the morning session was still going on. I saw that some students looked out of the classroom windows. Hey there my juniors! Remember to come to SAS when you're out of SSP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After SSP was the sidewalk near the main road. At this point, Hew Jin felt slightly tired, so I slowed down with him and told Duck and Nico to go on without us for now. So, they did. I and Hew walked, and passed by some other runners, some of them whom we knew. We chatted all the way, until we reached at a point where we met up with Duck. He was resting, apparently he couldn't keep up with Nico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, I kinda actually regret waiting for and helping Duck. He rested a few times and bought a drink(Much to the joy of) a drink seller at the sidewalk who was taking the advantage of us and overpricing the drinks. Therefore, Duck had slowed us down. But, that wasn't the point. At the end of the race, Duck actually went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;against &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;me when we were telling the others of our run at the school canteen. Hmph, fine, next time, no compromising when running. I won't be waiting for you when you sit at the side anymore. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, throughout the 5KM race, PBSMs were positioned at a places. They offered us medical help and would give us some of their water supply if we wanted. Not that I want their water anyway, I finished the race without a sip of water throughout the race. I joked that I would only take some water if it was offered by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;leng lui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.(Heh :P) Well, they were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; to give us water, they didn't give the water when Duck or some other runner asked, saying that it has finished. But, THEY STILL HAD WATER IN THE WATER BOTTLES! The worst case is when the water is still full in the bottle. When asked, they say that it isn't theirs and wouldn't answer if we asked who's was it. Oh, yeah, great. It's the Prime Minister's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... That's all I would tell of the cross country race now. It's kinda late. Got school tomorrow. So, just wait for the second part in a day or two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/cross-country-running-part-2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-8258276941390045574?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/8258276941390045574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=8258276941390045574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/8258276941390045574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/8258276941390045574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/cross-country-running-part-1.html' title='Cross country running (Part 1)'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-3745587468277152057</id><published>2007-01-18T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:34:54.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>Lumps of salt and sugar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; kind of lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, tomorrow's the cross country racing. I had planned to include the map with this post, but I coulnd't get hold of one. Well, I could say that it starts with running around the (Somewhat small) field, then starts the part with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; cross country racing. I plan to take it slow at first, jog with Her Man for a while and have a chat. After the first/second checkpoint(There's gonna be 4 for guys, 3 for girls) I will then proceed to start opening&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; langkah seribu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the lump of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll be going to Her Man's house before, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after &lt;/span&gt;the race. Yay! I'll meet up at his house with Duck and Nico at 7(Possibly Rosh too), dump our stuff(Players, CDs and stuff) and then go to SAS together. After the race, we'll be walking back to his house. Maybe play abit of basketball before we return, too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned today, that I actually know 2-4 out of the 5-10 newcomers in the Kadet Remaja unit! Great! At least now, I know that I have some people to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah, my birthday is on next Thursday, 25th January! Yess!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the lump of salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bleh, nothing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yeah. Sorry bout the short post yesterday, I guess I'm not in a chatty mood in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, wish me luck tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-3745587468277152057?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/3745587468277152057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=3745587468277152057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/3745587468277152057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/3745587468277152057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/lumps-of-salt-and-sugar.html' title='Lumps of salt and sugar.'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-2131389722262492399</id><published>2007-01-17T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:38:20.056+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graphics and eye-candy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tee Vee and Entertainment'/><title type='text'>We Need Dr. House!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every house has it's fall one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, there's only one more episode till the end of the Season 2 of House. Gah. Hope AXN will show Season 3 soon. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I've finished a new artwork. &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46780225/"&gt;Here's it in deviantArt.&lt;/a&gt; Below is the thumbnail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/46780225/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img488.imageshack.us/img488/7648/2007reastj3.jpg" position="center" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on school, we'll be cross country running on Friday. 5 KM for guys, 4 KM for girls. Don't really believe it. Well, at least the guys will be able to run through our old school, SSP, (Probably) a celebrity's house(I won't state who) and Her Man's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our time tables got changed. At least now, we have friendlier teachers. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-2131389722262492399?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/2131389722262492399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=2131389722262492399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/2131389722262492399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/2131389722262492399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/we-need-dr-house.html' title='We Need Dr. House!'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-4562155818045430557</id><published>2007-01-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:52:39.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comrades and Life.'/><title type='text'>Just An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;We All Wanna Be Big Prefects Writing On Notebooks And Going Early Fifteen Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nickelback's Rockstar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Heh,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; hey there. Another update or new post to my blog/rant centre before the BIG design update. Well, the blog design has been going on nicely and I have just finished the brainstorming stage. My mind has been made up on how it will be. I'll be keeping it slightly minimalistic, but something different(I hope!). I think I'll add some links and mentions to the side panel for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my personal side, I hope my "application" for joining the prefects will be accepted. My class teacher took in our forms today and will begin grading us. Personally, I think I have a fair chance to be  accepted, as the form required us to fill in our posts and responsibilities we had held for the last two years(I filled in 3 out of 4 spaces. Damn, I forgot to fill in the last space as I had forgotten another post I held, gaaahhhh!!!). Well, at least three of them are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; big posts. Hm, prefect, chairman of a club and assistant chairman of a sports house. I left out the post as a head of a prefect unit. Gaahhhh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, what's done has done. Hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duck&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her Man &lt;/span&gt;manage to get through too. Especially Duck, he only managed to fill in one post. Oh, and I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sub &lt;/span&gt;gets in too. It wouldn't be fun without him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Btw, I don't think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoe &lt;/span&gt;should erm... Get the prefect post. They're kind of... Well, lacking the traits. You get me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess this is it for know. I just would like to say some last words. I hate climbing SA Samad's 6 flights of steps for at least 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;times daily, and, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chicken's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bastard&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-4562155818045430557?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/4562155818045430557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=4562155818045430557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/4562155818045430557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/4562155818045430557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-update.html' title='Just An Update'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7900355390073943144.post-9149363219305084137</id><published>2007-01-11T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:56:55.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First of all, I would like to introduce myself a bit for those who do not know me, by randomly clicking Google search results, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am Elijah. Pronounced as (Eh-li-jah) instead of (Ee-lie-jah) as the name normally would, I decided to change my name slightly to fit the pronouncation.(Elyjah) My age is something for you to find out yourself, as I am not comfortable with revealing it publicly. This goes for my current residence and location&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; But, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;reveal that I am from Malaysia, a country in South East Asia for those who are not familiar with nations around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do graphics, and a bit of web coding(HTML and CSS, learning PHP). Right now, I am making a design for this very blog. Therefore, I doubt I'll be posting much till I get it done. But, no worries. I will be posting, just... Very... Little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, here are a few links I'd like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquarianx.deviantart.com/"&gt;My DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/qvp8t"&gt;Myself ;)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7900355390073943144-9149363219305084137?l=elyjah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/feeds/9149363219305084137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7900355390073943144&amp;postID=9149363219305084137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/9149363219305084137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7900355390073943144/posts/default/9149363219305084137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elyjah.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-words.html' title='First words'/><author><name>Ely</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
